K. Henry. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet: then if ever thou dar'ft acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. K Henry. There. Will. This will I alfo wear in my cap; if ever thou come to me and fay, after to-morrow, this is my glove; by this hand, I will give thee a box on the ear. K. Henry. If ever I live to fee it, I will challenge it. Will. Thou dar'ft as well be hang'd. K. Henry. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the King's company. Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends; we have French quarrels enow, if you could tell how to [Exeunt Soldiers. reckon. K. Henry. IN Manet King Henry. INDEED, the French may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us, for they bear them on their shoulders; but it is no English treafon to cut French crowns, and to-morrow the King himself will be a clipper. Upon the King! let us our lives, our fouls, And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? N 2 * What What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in? Art thou aught elfe but place, degree, and form, Wherein thou art lefs happy, being fear'd, What drink'ft thou oft, inftead of homage fweet, With titles blown from adulation? Will it give place to flexure and low bending? Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched slave; What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? O ceremony, fhew me but thy worth: What! is thy foul of adoration?] Thus is the laft Line given us, and the Nonfenfe of it made worse by the ridiculous Pointing. We fhould read, What is thy toll, O adoration? Let us examine how the Context ftands with my Emendation. What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? What is thy worth? What is thy toll?—(i. e. the Duties, and Impofs, thou receiveft:) All here is confonant, and agrecable to a fenfible Exclamation. So King John:- -No Italian priest fhall tythe or toll in our Dominions. Mr. Warburton. But, But, like a lacquey, from the rife to set, peace; Y lord, your Nobles, jealous of your ab. Erp. ΜΥ fence, Seek through your camp to find you. K. Henry. Good old Knight, Collect them all together at my tent: Erp. I fhall do't my lord. [Exit. K. Henry. O God of battles! fteel my foldiers' hearts; Poffefs them not with fear; take from them now My fathers made in compaffing the crown. And on it have beftow'd more contrite tears, N 3 Two Two chauntries, where the fad and folemn priefts Glou. My Liege. Enter Gloucefter. K. Henry. My brother Glo'fler's voice? I know thy errand, I will go with thee: The day, my friends, and all things ftay for me. SCEN NE [Excunt. VII. Changes to the French Camp. Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures and Beaumont. Orl. THE HE Sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. Dau. Montez Cheval: my horfe, valet, lacquay: ha! Orl. O brave spirit! Dau. Via! les eaux & la terre. Orl. Rien puis! le air & feu. Dau. Ciel! Coufin Orleans. Enter Conftable. Now my lord Conftable ! Con. Hark, how our Steeds for present service neigh. Dau. Mount them, and make incifion in their hides, That their hot blood may fpin in English eyes, And daunt them with fuperfluous courage: ha! Ram. What, will you have them weep our Horfes' blood? How fhall we then behold their natural tears? Enter a Messenger. Meff. The English, are embattel'd, you French Peers. Con. Con. to horfe! you gallant Princes, ftrait to horfe! That our French gallants fhall to day draw out, About our fquares of battle, were enow What's to say? And all is done. Then let the trumpets found Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Yon Island carrions, defp'rate of their bones, N 4 And |